A very haphazard e mail connection means that sometimes I can get on to my e mail page and sometimes I can't. Just as I was about to get on the phone to my computer engineer up comes a message on the screen from BT to say it is all their fault and they are trying to deal with it today. So far no improvement.
In the garden plants are growing apace in spite of the fact that the temperature here in North Yorkshire is only seven degrees - and that is when the sun is out. Mr and Mrs Blackbird are both searching my front lawn for food, which surely points to babies wouldn't you think?
Yesterday Tess and I had a pleasant ride out over the Pennines to Sedbergh, around thirty miles away, to meet my God-daughter, A, for a pub lunch. (ham, leek and potato soup with a smoked trout sandwich on sourdough). It was six degrees when I left here and twelve degrees in Sedbergh - and bright sunshine with it. A nice hour's chat and then back again (temperatures still the same on my return and sunshine in the West, mist and cloud here).
Today I am determined to do various administrative jobs - so far done one or two and after tea I intend to do one or two more. My 'in tray' is so full I need to move a few things on and clear some space, both in that tray and in my brain.